The haywire images blurred against consciousness, vision tainted with a different kind of darkness, smudging the beauty that once filled her eyes.
Fingers numbed, and they attempt to fight against the falling cognizance of the warmth that was just underneath her, the dampness made by both, mixed altogether in a frenzy mess.
She was trying to memorize the sensation, of thick arms on which she had desperately dug her nails upon..
and the ethereal beauty that hovered above her at this time.
There was calm. Serenity fluidly flows, and she felt nothing. All senses has escaped from perception, and there was only the mind and the mind to play along. Here she can think without needing to see, to hear, to feel, to sense. Here she quests the crevices of her mind, only of her thoughts, untainted by any factual or concrete things that could smear them. A fiction made by the mind for the mind.
There was not even a sensation of eyes being closed, but merely the fact that everything surrenders into a nothingness quite unrecognizable as black or white. But she floats within it, capturing every memory held to cherish.
The name that strike nearly everything at its sound.
The deep baritone voice that she could never not acknowledge.
And the eyes that bore irises spellbound, one that attacks through her and impels to every inch of her being to want him, to need him, in as much as he implores her attention.
And the night they shared.. the nights they shared....
The bouts of pain drowned in plain rapture... the incoherence it had brought, to literally push her to a world of unconsciousness.
It is insane. Unworldly.
She knew.
And she remembers.
All the thoughts void of feelings. All thoughts. Her mind indulges on it.
Thick, damp lashes slowly fluttered, opening to a darkness not akin to where she was previously on, but in some sense the same. There wasn't any second to spare and pain shoots up, in and about, from the very core to her surface and of the other way, pressing ever so savagely unto her. As though everything that has been void of her senses came throttling back in full force. The small screech of something amplified at the highest rate, the stench of the garbage where she unknowingly prostrated herself pricks at the innermost of her nostrils, sending a an riotous wave of headache that breaks her skull, and that wasn't the most painful of them all. Her hands, almost numb, but the damp crimson stains were not unrecognized, crawled its way to the crook of her neck, finding two fresh wounds and at the touch of it came a loud scream at the back of her mind at the realization of it all.
Where was wonderland suddenly gone?
There was no wonderland to begin with.
Pain swell at her very core, stomach twisting, turning, churning, as though storm had come through for devastation, or as cloud rains to water a dry river. Waves of nausea came, and her body now in turmoil of the pain and the brewing infliction at her gut - no, at her womb, and there was little to no energy to battle with it.
